The Crow Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

We walk around, but that’s all there is other than the smell. “It’s quiet, too quiet.” Ari comments. I realize she is correct. I don’t even hear the sound of birds or any animals. Nothing for miles surrounding the cemetery as if it’s been abandoned by the wildlife. Crows love to frequent cemeteries as they are spies for my coven. They alert us to where the spirits are or where there might be trouble which means there had to be a crow here at some point. Something isn't right. “Something is not right here, Ari. We should go and call my dad. It seems we have a few things to report to him. Let’s go back to the town and talk to some locals.” I stop siphoning her abilities as we walk back to the

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa

Because Alexander was now with his mate, my dad gave him the crown. My younger brother managed the Warriors when he was still a high school student. Even though Ares did not realize he was in pain, he still tried to cope with the pain by sleeping with a lot of she-wolves. What I wish for is that he would heed my advice. Once the pack had been rebuilt and the security systems were in place. I had my grandmother and my grand aunt watch the children for a week, as I and Nicolas needed a break from it all. This year we had was exhausting, and we went to this little human city. It was in the middle of nowhere and the people were so nice.

“King Asher sends his regards. We are here to escort you safely to the royal city.” “Thank you,” Xavier responded curtly, ever cautious. Xavier mounted on his horse and along with the Greta's convoy they rode beside the carriage. The convoy continued, now guarded front and back by Greta’s soldiers. As they crested a hill, the royal city of Greta came into view grand stone walls, elegant spires rising into the sky, and a bustling city within. The sunlight glinted off the rooftops, and the flags atop the palace towers rippled in the breeze.

Seeing it lifted the gloom from me. Jonathan bought it, saying pets heal the heart; when I felt down, I should hold it and let it warm me. Of course, if it warmed me, I must care for it properly—plump it up, keep its fur glossy. So I bought cat food, a bed, cans of pâté—an entire haul. On the way home, the sky opened. A gray stray cowered under an awning, soaking wet. The shopkeeper kicked it away, and the cat slunk out into the downpour to seek shelter. I thought of myself—an orphan, drifting, always without a home, always looked down on.

The first time I really heard the words "old crow" was during the company's Monday morning meeting. Sadie Laurent kept her eyes down as I scolded her, a teardrop glistening at the corner of her lashes. And during the short break, someone muttered under their breath, "She really is an old crow—always picking on the young and pretty ones." For a moment, my thoughts froze. That single line stirred up a storm. Whispers rippled across the room, each one sharper than the last.

There's been a lot of questions about the special edition books for the Buttons Series as well as the Barsetti Vineyards merch, so let me explain. I'll be launching a Kickstarter in July where you can get these sexy-as-fuck special edition, annotated paperbacks lined with foil, with monochrome chapter headings, and the things you want most of all -- bonus content. I've written 60k words of bonus content across these books. A long prologue that shows Crow's life before Vanessa died AND a new epilogue that follows Crow and Pearl when Tristan comes back for an unexpected visit. There's also my annotations, where I spill all the tea about writing these books. I know you guys have been in love wi

No matter his schedule, he always found time to whip up a cup of hot cocoa for me, then sat close by, watching as I took each sip. "Donna." The door tapped open, and one of my guys stepped in. "Got word from Italvia: Nolan Winston has kicked the bucket." I looked up. "How'd he go?" "Booze got the best of him, ended up a popsicle in some slum alley." He flicked a photo my way. "Caught it on the scene." I snagged the photo for a quick look. The man in the photo was huddled against a wall, covered in grime, with the telltale purple of a drunk's demise.

His hair fell off his shoulder, more dry than before. "Watch for the crows that gather at dusk. Do no give it a second thought on the whispers you might hear in the trees, do not step outside. And if you see a mark burned upon your door..." He stopped, the words seemed like impending doom, like a prophecy of sorts. My voice was barely breath. "What then?" His eyes met mine, fire and sorrow entwined. "Then it will already be too late." The words fell into me like stones in water, rippling outward. The clinic no longer felt like the safe haven I had built with my hands; it felt like a fragile lantern set against a vast storm.